I slept late. Ended up skipping lunch and shower and exercise in the morning. And I made myself an instant espresso because I needed the pick-me-up. My abdomen continues to broadcast pain, and I’m staying dosed on naproxen.
Today seemed like a day that something should happen. I’m sure many things did, but nothing in particular happened around here. I got a political ad in the mail. The clouds danced across the sky, but I never caught any rain falling. It’s supposed to storm tomorrow. I hope I get to hear some thunder and see some lightning from a safe distance (and that there are no fires caused by lightning).
Because the weather is supposed to be pretty wet, I’m skipping a hike this weekend. I might run during a dry spell. Better to run so I can be home quickly than walk out far and get caught in the cold rain. I could do laps up on the hill to avoid the steeper uphill climbs.
I’m going shopping in Weiser tomorrow. For now, I’m maintaining my pattern of shifting my shopping locations each week. I kind of want to go to Council because The Baker’s Pantry is having some kind of celebration, with door prizes and soft serve ice cream. But I think gas will be a bit cheaper in Weiser. And there’s more stores in Weiser.
When it’s not actively raining, I hope to start digging the hole for my tree that I’m going to plant. I was a good citizen and contacted the dig line to make sure I’m not going to dig up any buried utility lines. Though my decision to place the tree where another tree was previously made it a pretty safe bet that I wouldn’t run into anything. The prior owner tried to plant trees in a row near the fence line, but her cows ate the baby trees before they could grow into big trees.
I laundered my sheets and towels, as is customary on pay day. I did some excellent troubleshooting for colleagues, and did some teaching and demonstrations for my direct report. I got outside a little bit, including after work when I went to feed my friend’s dog for the last time. She’ll be back from vacation soon if she’s not already.
I missed Ambrose today. I’m caught up with Survivor 50 as of today. I know what he thought of a lot of these players, and it would be so much fun to analyze this season with him. I want to talk with him. I want his advice. I want his hand in mine. Maybe I can dream of that.
